Distant honor, wasted grace 
Twisted pawn a face replaced 
Phantom filter mask of dread  [bad word] the guilt my past is dead 

And I wait for the night 
Shadows protect my 
Angel in white 
Time to eject these 
Vain parasites 
Cast out reject the 
Plague in all your hearts 

Cause the sad sad faces of the weary and worn 
Live in bad bad places that are dreary and torn 
And a distant honor calls me to your side 
To be your guide 

Wrapped up in your velvet sheets 
Far above the hellish streets you're 
Strapped inside your wealthy keeps  [bad word] on corners where we sleep 

And this town's paranoid 
Blinking and jumping 
Down in the void 
sickening dumping 
Ground to avoid 
The stink of the pumping 
Plague in all your hearts 

Cause the sad sad faces of the weary and worn 
Live in bad bad places that are dreary and torn 
And a distant honor calls me to your side 
To be your guide 

Shades of the whales in the tainted deep 
Maimed and impaled in their pain they sleep 
The faded and frail in the laneways weep 
Broken souls in mourning 

Cause the sad sad faces of the weary and worn 
Live in bad bad places that are dreary and torn 
And a distant honor calls me to your side 
To be your guide 
On rooftops hide 
Be your guide 

Shades of the whales in the painted deep 
Maimed and impaled in their pain they sleep 
The faded and frail in the laneways weep 
Broken souls in mourning